"Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang——"
Song Yutang held her breath and unleashed a series of moves.
Punching, elbowing, kicking - the rain of attacks landed on the man's body, emitting a string of muffled echoes.
The girl held nothing back, pouring out all her strength.
At this distance, the opponent could easily wrap her up with just a slight stretch of an arm; she had no power to resist at all; it was certainly dangerous, but only by dancing on the blade's edge could one glimpse opportunity—
She had to break through that defense.
Besides, after getting used to such a field of vision, what is called "danger" is like riding a roller coaster, thrilling but without difficulty.
The ferocious attacks which seemed to brush past her cheeks and body were the result of her seizing the opportunity with precision after spotting the gaps; with each punch thrown by the Master, whether striking or blocking, he was a beat slower than herself...
——It's about rhythm.
